2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 23

Here’s Amanda’s prompt: Write a deep poem. The deep end of the pool. Six feet deep. Archaeology. Whatever you write, just dig deep.

Robert’s attempt at a Deep Poem:

“Off the deep end”

Black Friday begins on Thursday evening,
and I’m running short on spare change. My buddy
says the deals can’t be beat, so I ask if anyone’s tried,
and he just rolls his eyes over the river and through
the wood to grandfather’s house, empty because
grandma has him out hunting for bargain basement
tablets and flat screen televisions. It’s no longer
turkey season. We’ve run out of gravy for the mashed
potatoes. I don’t know which carol to sing first,
and then it hits me like a bell ringing in the night:
it’s the perfect time to cut down an evergreen.

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Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.*
Your majesty exceeds my extravagant imagination
Your infinite wisdom surpasses man’s corporate dreams.
One snap of your finger brings mountains to their knees,
While we struggle to move its boulders.
We have absence of war and name it peace,
You are clothed in light that calms even storms at sea.
Man considers a century as longevity,
While you always existed and hold keys to eternity.

Uncontrollable,
he laughted until his sides split.
At what, he couldn’t tell… or wouldn’t tell.
He had been staring at the same hole for the
past three hours,
balancing on the edge,
wavering and weaving,
shovel in hand,
sweat on brow,
and blisters on his slick palms.
The hole, he knew, would be around forever.
He dug it that way.
He stared, long and deep,
until the bottom was no longer clear.
The shadows enveloped him whole,
and he slipped,
down
down
down
until his head found the soft comfort of the
bottom of the hole.

IN THE DEEP
Deep in my heart
there’s a traitor
a man who betrayed my love
a man who opens himself
to everyone else except me
a man who once
became my paradise
the water of my deepest source
my deepest need
Whenever I look
into his eyes’s depths
I see myself in chains
in their prison
together with their silent sorrow
and their muted desperation
I never could bear
Deep in my soul
I am his soulmate
forever bound
forever lost
forever alone
I always liked
to swim in the deep
feeling a certain fear
something or someone
would pull me in the depths
I would suffocate
deep on the sea bottom
if you were there with me
It suffices me to perish
in the depths of your arms…